Wang Zhuyu, who had a height advantage, was slightly behind, with the nose of the aircraft pointed directly at the J-10a that had recovered from the horizontal roll. It was within the effective shooting angle. After the airborne radar target locked the target, he pressed down the button and gave the launch command.
In an instant, the last PL-8B at the base of the right wing of Falcon High School No. 107 was powered on and activated, and the infrared point source seeker released an analog signal.
"drop!"
In the J-10a cockpit, which was filled with radar signal irradiation prompts, the sound of the infrared missile warning system suddenly sounded, sharp and rapid, with extremely high frequency. Together with the No. 109 Falcon High School that passed by at high speed, it hit the old flying firebird. Caught off guard.
This speed of support is simply unexpected!
"I'm afraid I'm going to suffer this time, let's see if I can help support me."
Sweat suddenly broke out on Firebird's forehead, he gritted his teeth, and with determination in his heart, he stared at the high-speed maneuvering L-15C Falcon directly in front of him with sharp, knife-like eyes.
This sudden Falcon High School has a 90% chance of being Zhou Hai. Only he has the courage to enter the battlefield and take over the position of his comrades in the melee of close combat at night.
There are no infrared decoys, and the airborne radar suffers from strong electronic interference and faces siege. Under such circumstances, the only option is to take a stand!
No loss for one, profit for both.
The J-10a's offensive was suddenly fast and fierce, almost reaching the highest level. It didn't care about the PL-8b shooting like arrows from behind. It just wanted to use the last few seconds to get a launch opportunity.
"You didn't release the decoy bomb. Are you trying to replace me?"
Realizing the meaning of this J-10a, Zhou Hai shook his head, pushed up the throttle, pushed the lever downward, and performed a reverse Herbst maneuver. While lowering the altitude, he quickly completed a 180° turn and flew into the blind spot. , easily getting rid of the J-10a.
After some operations, there is no sloppiness at all, and it can be said to be perfect.
To be honest, avoiding the attack of enemy planes seems to be easier for Zhou Hai, and it is not as difficult as the two sides attacking to seize the initiative on the battlefield.
"This kid..."
The old Flying Firebird looked ugly, looking at the L-15C Falcon that had slipped away through the cockpit glass on the right, with complicated eyes. He used the last moment to issue a retreat order: "Braised pork, spring rolls, leave the battlefield immediately and retreat!"
The idea of being a backer is good, but the reality is a bit cruel. The other party doesn't give me a chance at all.
He was certain that the pilot of this Red Army fighter plane was definitely Zhou Hai, and only this guy, who could be called a flying genius, had the ability to perform j-turns at will.
There are absolutely no other student pilots.
Now we must retreat immediately to preserve our own effective forces. The attack mission plan of the Gyrfalcon Squadron, no, or the combat plan conceived by our own Blue Army, is greatly different from the actual situation, and completely exceeds the pre-war analysis and expectations.
Being hit by tactical nuclear weapons, the Red Army actually had the opportunity to take off the most critical Air Marshal-500, which was simply unexpected.
If this Air Police-500 hadn't provided early warning information support and electronic interference, how could our own Gyrfalcon squadron end up like this?
"drop!"
One second later, the PL-8B, which did not suffer any interference, crossed several kilometers at a speed of 850 meters per second and accurately hit the J-10A piloted by Lao Feihuo Niao.
The onboard avionics screen emits a red light and the image that your aircraft has been shot down. The smoke generating device at the rear of the aircraft emits wisps of thick blue smoke.
The second J-10a was shot down!
The situation on the air battlefield suddenly changed, and the balance of victory completely shifted to the Red Army. After the Gyrfalcon Squadron lost two J-10As, the force ratio changed from 6:3 to 6:2, forming an overwhelming advantage in numbers, including three J-10As. The L-15C model has outstanding overall flight performance.
"No. 3, do you still have missiles?" Zhou Hai asked, not paying attention to the J-10a retreating sadly above his head, looking at the other two J-10as, speeding up and approaching.
Bai Tangfei was a little embarrassed: "There are two more. I only had one chance before, and both Yi Xuewu and I were fooled."
"It's useless to say this now. No. 2, you exit the battlefield first, land at the temporary supply point, and reload weapons and ammunition. No. 3, you join me and serve as a temporary wingman to support your teammates."
Zhou Hai observed the battlefield situation and quickly made relevant arrangements: "Hawkeye One, the battle is about to end, and there is no need for support from the Second Squadron."
The L-15C Falcon piloted by Wang Zhuyu has fired all three PL-8Bs and is in a state of no bombs. Instead of letting her hover here meaninglessly, it is better to land at the No. 1 supply point and remount the weapons. Restore combat effectiveness.
A fighter jet without weapons is like a tiger without teeth. It looks majestic but is actually useless.
In addition, there is no need for the support of the second squadron to avoid exposing the true strength of the Red Army.
"Hawkeye One received." The main radar operator of the combat service group replied.
"Received on the 2nd."
"Received on the 3rd."
Wang Zhuyu and Bai Tangfei responded one after another and made their own reactions.
The ensuing battle was already a battle without any suspense. The braised pork and spring rolls were entangled in close combat and had no way to withdraw from the battlefield.
In close combat, whoever retreats first will leave his defenseless back to the enemy.
When two L-15C Falcons, symbolizing the main force of the Red Army, entered the battlefield, Tong Yuan, who was fleeing, successfully shot down the third J-10A piloted by Braised Pork with the cooperation of Zhou Hai and Bai Tangfei. The last fighter of the Gyrfalcon squadron.
The bright night sky, the cold wind, and the chaotic sky battlefield gradually returned to calm.
"No. 1, nothing to say, just two words, admire."
The exhausted Bai Tangfei looked at the dazzling orange-red high-temperature tail flames in the night sky and the two J-10As returning gloomily, and shouted to the radio.
"Let's not talk about this now. All aircrafts should be on alert." Zhou Hai looked calm, pulled the lever to maintain horizontal flight, and said seriously: "Hawkeye One, the first squadron has wiped out all enemy aircraft, please give instructions."
In this battle, the First Squadron lost 2 men, annihilating the Blue Army's air combat forces, and two members, Yi Xuewu and Zhang Jian, were shot down.
"I am the commander of the Red Army. No. 1. You really did not disappoint me. This battle was fought beautifully! The aircraft of the 1st Squadron returned immediately and went to the No. 1 supply point with the 2nd Squadron for repairs. No. 9, 10, On the 11th and 12th, your four aircraft will be responsible for performing air combat readiness patrol missions."
The mission commander clenched his hands, suppressing his excitement. The big stone hanging in his heart fell, and he quickly issued a new combat order: "No. 110, No. 111, your two planes were shot down. Exit the military exercise and return to the academy airport to land. "
pretty!
Wonderful!
Although the Air Police-500 under our own command conducts electronic jamming against the Blue Army aircraft fleet, combat troops still need to complete the task to win.
To make iron, you need to be hard-working. This is an eternal truth.
